"Lynn!" Natalie said.

"What?"

"You're pregnant!" she squealed.

Lenora's hands went to her mouth as she stared at Natalie and then at me.

She went to the nightstand by the bed, grabbed her phone, and dialed a number. When the person answered, she told them to come to her room.

A couple minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Lenora hollered for them to come in. Thankfully, I had just pulled on a pair of silk boxers. Natalie was still wrapped in a towel. Mrs. Wellington walked over by the hot tub, scooped up the test, and took it to Greta.

"Madam?!" the maid gasped, as she looked...